On the outskirts of Capital City's private airstrip, the propellers of a small helicopter had already started up, buzzing as they spun, while the ground was full of busy workers running to and fro, performing the final inspection on the helicopter.
"Fuel tank."
"Fuel tank secure!"
"Helicopter blades."
"Helicopter blades secure!"
"Onboard instruments."
"Onboard instruments secure!"
An individual holding a checklist would ask a question, and the staff inspecting the helicopter would loudly report back. After each check, he would mark a check on the checklist in his hand, signifying that the inspection was passed.
While the inspection was proceeding in an orderly fashion, a black Lincoln raced from the city center and pulled up not far away.
A staff member in charge of the scene immediately jogged over, opened the car door, and said respectfully, "Mr. Li, everything is ready. You... "
"Shh," the dignified man made a silent gesture to keep quiet.
